The Old Iron Bridge

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The sound of hooves on the old iron bridge
Broke the silence of mourning
Clip clop over petals red
Where once his blood came falling
On the ground like a sacrifice
Crying out for civil rights

Sons and daughters lined the streets
To rain their love upon him
In a casket on that horse drawn cart
Brother John came calling
Draped in old glory, now at peace
Passing on his legacy

To the people of the universe
There's no room for hatred
If you hate it'll just get worse
They'll be nothing sacred
Take a leaf from old Johns book
Give your life a second look

The sound of hooves on the old iron bridge
Broke the silence of mourning
Clip clop over petals red
Where once his blood came falling
On the ground like a sacrifice
Crying out for civil rights

Sons and daughters lined the streets
To rain their love upon him
In a casket on that horse drawn cart
Brother John came calling
Draped in old glory, now at peace
Passing on his legacy

To the people of the universe
There's no room for hatred
If you hate it'll just get worse
They'll be nothing sacred
Take a leaf from old Johns book
Give your life a second look

The sound of hooves on the old iron bridge
Broke the silence of mourning
Clip clop over petals red
Where once his blood came falling
On the ground like a sacrifice
Crying out for civil rights

Sons and daughters lined the streets
To rain their love upon him
In a casket on that horse drawn cart
Brother John came calling
Draped in old glory, now at peace
Passing on his legacy

To the people of the universe
There's no room for hatred
If you hate it'll just get worse
They'll be nothing sacred
Take a leaf from old Johns book
Give your life a second look